#aotvalentines

[cherieberri]

when the smut hits me with the repetitive

“I— I can’t”

“you can.”

[cherieberri]

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 ۶ৎ a levi ackerman drabble series

“Y/n, she’s not letting go.”

Levi’s voice was calm, but you could hear the strain beneath it as he stood in the living room, holding your daughter. Or rather, attempting to pry her tiny hands off your leg. She was like a barnacle, clutching your pants with all the strength a two-year-old could possibly muster.

“I know, Levi,” you sighed, tossing yet another pack of baby wipes into the already bulging baby bag. “She’s in one of her moods.”

“Mood?” Levi deadpanned, glaring down at the toddler who was now clinging to your leg like her life depended on it. “She’s acting like she’s being sent to war, not daycare.”

You crouched down, brushing a strand of hair from your daughter’s tear-streaked face. Her big, watery eyes looked up at you, and your heart softened. “Cherie, it’s just for a few hours. Mommy and Daddy will come pick you up, I promise.”

“Nooo!” she wailed, tightening her grip. “I stay with Mommy!”

You glanced at Levi, who stood there with his arms crossed, clearly waiting for you to handle it. “A little help?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

He scoffed. “I tried. She screamed in my ear like I was some kind of monster.”

“She gets it from you, you know,” you muttered, hoisting her up into your arms. Your daughter immediately buried her face in your shoulder, her tiny hands clutching the back of your shirt.

Levi frowned. “She does not. I don’t cling.”

“No, but you sulk,” you teased, slinging the baby bag over your other shoulder. “Same energy.”

He rolled his eyes but stepped forward to take the bag from you. “Give me that. You’re carrying her.”

“Obviously,” you said, adjusting your daughter on your hip as she sniffled into your neck. “She’s not letting me go anytime soon.”

Levi sighed, opening the door for you. “This is why we should’ve left ten minutes ago.”

“Wow, thanks for the groundbreaking advice, Levi,” you shot back as you stepped outside. “I’ll be sure to tell time to stop for us next time.”

He gave you a flat look but didn’t respond, instead walking ahead to load the baby bag into the car. You followed, murmuring softly to your daughter in an attempt to soothe her. She was calming down, but her little arms were still locked firmly around your neck.

“Alright, car seat time,” Levi said, turning to take her from you.

The second she saw his hands reaching for her, the waterworks started again. “Nooo! Mommy!”

Levi sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. “Y/n, she’s doing this on purpose.”

“She’s two, Levi. It’s not a master plan,” you said, handing her over despite her protests. “She just loves me more.”

Levi shot you a look as your daughter wailed and flailed in his arms. “You think this is funny?”

“A little,” you admitted, biting back a smile. “But you’re doing great, Daddy.”

He muttered something under his breath that sounded a bit too much like “brat” before maneuvering your squirming daughter into the car seat. After some strategic maneuvering and a few soothing words from you, she was finally buckled in, though her pout could rival Levi’s.

As you slid into the passenger seat, you glanced at Levi, who was gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended him. “She’ll be fine, you know. It’s just daycare.”

“I know,” he muttered, backing out of the driveway. “But she’s got your stubbornness.”

You smirked. “And your attitude.”

Levi glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his lips twitching. “Wow. Great combination.”

You reached over to squeeze his hand. “It’s perfect.”

From the backseat, your daughter piped up with a sniffly, “Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” you said, turning to look at her.

“Don’t leave,” she whispered, her big eyes welling up again.

Levi sighed, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Operation daycare might take longer than expected.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Levi muttered, but there was a soft fondness in his voice as he glanced at the rearview mirror, catching his daughter’s teary gaze.

You leaned back in your seat, already preparing yourself for round two.

post-read notes; I wanna make this a series , but im not sure if anyone will read it lowk so tell me if you guys want me too! also im open to requests..hahah!! ur soooo shy ahahah. check out my masterlist <3 part two

congrats you read 691 words!

[cherieberri]

writing a smut during ovulation was the best thing I’ve ever done

[cherieberri]

is tampons like .. cock warming

[cherieberri]

oral please !

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 eren yeager 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

“still mad’me baby?”

It had been a long, frustrating day, and to top it all off, Eren had messed up—again. You sat on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the TV without really watching it. Eren stood in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck, looking like a puppy who had been scolded. “I said I was sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and almost pleading. You didn’t answer, too upset to engage. He sighed heavily and sat down beside you, trying to catch your eye. His hand brushed over your thigh, and you finally glanced at him. His eyes, usually so sharp and fiery, were soft now, filled with apology. “I didn’t mean to screw up,” he said, leaning closer. “Let me make it up to you?” His voice dropped, that suggestive tone he knew would make you melt. But this time, you weren’t giving in so easily. You raised an eyebrow, still annoyed, though you could feel the tension between you two shifting. “Eren, you can’t just—” Before you could finish, his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply, almost desperate to erase your anger. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as he pressed you into the cushions. He kissed down your jaw, your neck, leaving a trail of soft nips that had your breath hitching despite your best efforts to stay mad. “Let me make it right,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. His hands slid down your body, stopping just below your waist, and he looked up at you with that familiar smirk. “I know exactly how to.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already moving, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, teasing you, waiting for your approval. When you didn’t stop him, he took that as his green light. Eren was nothing if not determined when it came to making things up to you. His hands slowly slid your shorts off, and you shivered as the cool air hit your skin. He settled himself between your legs, his warm breath making you shiver again. He kissed your inner thighs, slow and deliberate, sending sparks through your body. Your frustration was quickly being replaced with something else. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with intent. “I’ll take my time,” he murmured. And he did. His mouth was soft, but his tongue moved with a purpose, drawing slow, deliberate circles that had you arching off the couch. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to spill out, but Eren knew exactly how to pull them from you. His hands gripped your hips firmly, keeping you in place as his tongue worked magic, each movement making your frustration melt away. You could feel your anger slipping, replaced with warmth and heat building deep inside. Eren’s name slipped from your lips, and he hummed in satisfaction, his eyes flicking up to watch your reaction. He loved seeing you like this, squirming under his touch, no longer mad at him, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. He didn’t stop until you were trembling, gasping for breath, your fingers tangled in his hair. When you finally came undone beneath him, your mind blank, he didn’t pull away immediately, dragging it out until you were completely spent. Eren moved back up, leaning over you with a smug grin. “Still mad at me?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. You managed to shoot him a playful glare, though your body was still buzzing. “Maybe a little,” you muttered, though it was clear you weren’t mad at all anymore. Eren laughed, pulling you into his arms. “I’ll keep making it up to you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. And you had no doubt he would.

🕯 🧸 ☁ 🪐 🕊 🤎 🌙 happy fall babies 🕯 🧸 ☁ 🪐 🕊 🤎 🌙

[cherieberri]

Hear me out. virgin!armin cumming in his pants soooooo easily

poor baby - min<3

• • • • • • • • • •

his heart pounded in his chest,

the soft press of your lips sending a shiver down his spine.

the kiss deepened, his inexperience evident in the way he fumbled slightly,

as the two of you continued to make out,

you gently guided his hand down to your waist,

following your lead, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

you felt his breath quicken, and when your hand slipped under his shirt, brushing against his bare skin, he let out a soft gasp.

The tension between you was palpable,

and as your hand moved lower,

you felt him tense up.

You smiled against his lips, breaking the kiss for a moment to look into his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Armin nodded, though he couldn’t hide the nervous excitement in his eyes.

You reached down, your fingers brushing against his jeans,

and he sucked in a sharp breath.

With careful, deliberate movements,

you unbuttoned his jeans and slipped your hand inside,

wrapping your fingers around him.

The sensation was overwhelming for Armin, his breath hitching as you began to stroke him.

His inexperience showed quickly , the warm seed already filling your hand, barely lasting a few seconds under your touch.

His face flushed with embarrassment, and he looked away, unable to meet your gaze.

You giggled softly, lifting his chin with your hand so he would look at you.

“It’s only your first for tonight,”

you teased gently, pecking his lips

“We’ll have plenty of time to practice.”

Armin’s eyes widened in surprise, and then a shy smile tugged at his lips.

Your reassurance melted away his embarrassment,

leaving him feeling more comfortable and eager for what the night had in store.

• • • • • • • • • •

ps: it’s written really odd as I used my phone this time

[cherieberri]

hey guys ur soooo cute and shyyy aghhaha sooo adorable *leans on inbox* hahaha

[cherieberri]

Could you do a Armin smut where he’s a airplane pilot or Armin and his lover joining the mile high club

above the clouds ☁︎

૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

Armin couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire flight. It wasn’t just the fact that you were on the plane with him—it was the way you’d looked at him before takeoff, a teasing smile on your lips that made it hard for him to focus on flying.

With the plane on autopilot and cruising smoothly, he decided to take a break. He found you in the back cabin, lounging casually, but your eyes lit up the moment he walked in.

“You’re supposed to be flying the plane, Captain,” you teased, but your grin told him you were thinking about something else.

Armin smirked, stepping closer. “I’ve got a few minutes. Thought I’d spend them with you.”

Before either of you knew it, you were kissing, the tension that had been building all flight long finally breaking. The small space made everything more intense—every touch, every kiss, every whispered word. It wasn’t just about the thrill of being in the air; it was about being alone together, with nothing but clouds around you.

“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to join the Mile High Club,” you said, your voice low and playful.

Armin’s response was a mix of excitement and mischief. “Ive had my fair share.”

Everything was a blur after that—clothes coming off, the heat between you rising. The two of you moved together in the tiny cabin, trying to keep quiet but not really caring if anyone heard. It was intense and fast, fueled by the thrill of doing something so risky.

When it was over, you both collapsed onto the small bed, breathless and grinning. Armin pulled you close, his heart still racing. “That was… incredible.”

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Definitely one for the books.”

As the plane continued its journey, you lay there together, wrapped up in each other and the moment. Armin knew this flight would be one you’d never forget.

૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა